This is the third time the police have been in my neighborhood. Including my house. Even though the murder took place at Karen's house, the police came to my house to ask for information because I called.
How surprised I was when I opened the door to the room on the second floor and found Karen's body covered in blood in a very terrible condition. It had a hole in its stomach as if something had been gnawed at it. Blood splattered on the floor and the most shocking thing was ...
Emily disappeared!
The police assume that Emily did all that. This is bullshit! Instantly my head became hot as soon as I heard the policewoman make such an opinion in front of my face. As a mother I do not accept. Just logic! How could a five year old child dare to commit such a sadistic murder?
I did see Emily hurt Stephanie so much that she lost a lot of blood. But, come on, this is not make a sense!
My tears didn't stop flowing. All the words I put out to refute th
We arrived in San Diego just as the sun had set, leaving the evening streak in the sky. A two-story wooden house stood firmly in front of us. Stephanie parked the car in the yard. There are various types of flowers that are planted neatly. Of course the owner is someone who likes gardening. We went down together. Stephanie knocked on the wooden door of the house. Very. No answer. Twice. It was only then that footsteps were heard approaching from inside the house. The door opened to reveal a man with a thin black beard and mustache. Looks very masculine. He seemed surprised by your presence. "Hi. Anything I can help?" he asked. "Hi. My name is Stephanie and this is my best friend Isabelle. Is this really the house of John and Laura, paranormal experts?" "Umm... Yes, but we haven't had a practice in a long time. Maybe you can find another place.
Jhon quickly entered a room that was separated from the room where we were sitting. He carried a box with the equipment in it. He took out a candle and an Ouija Board. John takes out a candle holder that has three placemats. One candle holder in the middle is higher than the rest of the holder. John turned on one by one and sat back down with us. Laura held the Ouija Board in front of her. She said that the board game was the medium used by Beverly and her friends to call Zorro. But she would not summon the entity. Laura asked the spirit that Walter had killed to show us the way. She rotated the placette around the board. Says the name "Sarra" and asks her to come over while turning the placette on the board. No reaction on first call. Likewise on the second call. But when the placette was in the third round, then it was cold on the terrace. It was as if there was anothe
Seeing that I did not want to waste the opportunity. I quickly grabbed the sword that was on the table and pushed the damn clown to the ground. Unfortunately, before I could swing the sword, the clown turned around and grabbed my ankle, knocking me down. I tried to grab the sword that was thrown not far away. Unfortunately the clown stepped on my foot. Made me scream with all my might. The clown fell on the floor. Apparently Emily pushed him. He looked at the clown with anger with his eyes burning red. Makes me afraid to see my own daughter. Wasting no time, I stood up and carried Emily. Forget the damn swords and clowns. Exit the room by running non-stop without looking back again. I could hear Laura's voice in my head. But the sound is not so clear, my feet are busy running. I opened the main door of the building. Getting out of that place seemed to get freedo
Sick. Maybe it's not enough to express how disappointed I am to my best friend and husband. They have the heart to play behind my back. Even though I've always tried to be a good friend and wife to them. Doesn't Stephanie remember when I helped her the first time she entered college? Several senior students bullied him for looking so geeky. Made the other students mock and laugh at Stephanie until she cried in the bathroom. As a friend I felt angry to see her treated like that. Bravely and without thinking about the risk, I came to face the three arrogant girls who bullied her. Made me and the girl gang leader fight until it ended in the lecturer's room. My tears fall. My world seemed to have collapsed. It's hard for me to believe all this. Hoping what I saw was just a dream. Still trying to suggest myself, Stephanie couldn't have done something this bad. But reality den
We entered the house in a hurry. "Is that mirror in Emily's room?" Laura asked. "Yes." "Where?" "The second floor." We climbed the stairs quickly. John who was in the front opened the door to Emily's room roughly. I was astonished to see it. It's true that the mirror is still in the same place, but that's not what I meant. Instead, the mirror's surface was covered in blood. There was a fishy smell when we entered. I can feel the chills down my spine looking at the mirror. Because John was in a hurry, he didn't have time to think about bringing his equipment. He asked me to prepare three candles. As per instructions, I immediately went downstairs and headed for the kitchen. Luckily, there are still candles at home. I quickly grabbed some candles and a lighter and went back upstairs. John accepted it and lit a candle in fro
The ticking of the clock on the wall resounded throughout the room. The time has shown 12:43 AM. But the girl was still there. In the darkness of the room, she sat beside the bed with her hands on her knees. Her teeth chattered with glaring eyes staring at the closet. Fear seems to be aware of what is in it. Not. Do not advise her to turn on the light. It wasn't that she didn't want to do it, but that far more terrible things would happen if the lights were turned on. Her body was sure to be crushed by her stepfather's cruel beating. Back to the story. The girl was still there, in the same place. The fear in her grew when the closet door began to swing. As if something wanted to get out of there. Slowly... very slowly. But it was enough to make the two braid-haired girl's heart beat violently with fear. 'Krieettt!' The door opened very slowly. T
We arrived at a shop selling seasonal supplies. Usually shops like this only sell items according to the ongoing theme. For example, during the month of Halloween, they will sell spooky equipment for home decorations and also horror costumes for children and adults. Meanwhile, at Christmas, they will sell a Christmas tree and its decorations for decoration and also wrapped gifts. Generally, the gifts contain children's toys. Emily got out of the car happily. He talks a lot, planning to buy the scariest Halloween costume. I smiled at his behavior. We entered the shop that said "Jamie's Store" at the top of the door. When the door opened, a bell rang. Many children and adults are shopping here. Look for their individual needs. I took one of the trolleys. Emily ran to the costume department. Various kinds of costumes are sold there. Some are just hung, some are mounted on a
We sat together at the dining table. Emily looked beautiful even though she was wearing an Annabelle costume. I do it with my make-up. We ate in silence. Emily just rummaged through her food without getting excited. "Emily, what's going on?" "I miss daddy." I sighed, "I know want you feel. But this is the best for us." "Can we meet with daddy?" I paused, "I am not sure." "Why is Mommy so mean? Why did Mommy choose to separate from Daddy?!" Emily looked angry. "Emily, you're still a kid. You shouldn't have said that!" "I hate mommy!" "What?!" Emily slammed the fork and spoon on the plate and ran up the stairs. He must have gone into his room. I took another deep breath. Holding my head with both hands. Oh God! I lost my appetizer. Wondering if everything I did was w